supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brooding · leather jacket · family drama · guilt-ridden · romantic tension · pop culture references
The salvage yard lies hushed beneath a dusk sky the color of a fresh bruise, the air thick with the scent of rust and stale gasoline. A lone crow cries from the skeleton of a stripped car as headlights slice through the gloom—a black ’67 Impala growling to a halt, its engine falling silent. Dust drifts around the tires as the door swings open and Dean Winchester unfolds himself from the driver’s seat, his leather jacket creaking, his face carved from shadow and fading light. He stands motionless for a long moment, hands shoved in his pockets, watching the porch. Then his eyes find her—you, now seventeen, the girl who once needed a salt line under her door to sleep. She’s running before thought catches up, boots crunching on gravel, and he catches her mid-stride, lifting her clea…